The last thing I’d do
Is be anything like her
For if I did I’d be a fool
But for supposition’s sake,
Let me be,
but do things my way.
So, I fall asleep
On my sister’s lap
And wake up in a hole
Alas, the end of my nap.
There was a big door
It opened and voila!
Everything was twice
It’s original size.
Now you might ask
What sets me apart?
From Alice the fool
I’ll tell you soon.
First, I’ll mind my cheek
And be respectful to the Queen
Of Hearts, and the king, too
But that’s not all I’ll do
At the tea party
there I’ll be wary
With the March hare and hatter
And the
Also, I’ll stay
Away from all eats
They might be a treat
But not at the cost
Of the size of my feet
Last of all, I think
I’ll just avoid going in
Those millions of doors.
Like a curious cat,
Which lost its nine lives
In pursuit of what
It could not have.
Now that I have,
For supposition’s sake,
Been
It’s time to snap back
Into my today.
- 2004
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